Young ~
Call em in it's time to pay for all the talking
My mind behind the gun you in front i spray for fun the place you walk in
I'm popping a set of O to keep myself from causing disaster
These n*ggas wit no motive for the hating y'all have to
Try a little harder but don't bother me for making
All these f*cking hits that gets your b*tch up all up in my basement
Facing shots around the table too
My n*ggas who were made to do this sh*t and can relate to you
Man come on and make it two I'm f*cked up
This text from your ex girl say she want to f*ck us I know this
So realistically she gets wit me yo you hopeless
Consider it a fact b*tch go ahead and quote this
Hook:
Young and we gifted
Gifted and lifted
So whatchu gon do b*tch whatchu gon do?
I'm wit them bad boys who pack toys when they come for you
Play what you play son
Say that sh*t don't say none around me
Make yourself look like a fool alone in place
Around 3-5 b*tches where you found me
Tryna get my round 3
Back up at the crib so do the count pimping sh*t G
You try too much
My swag be switched on I'm high as f*ck infinitely
The enemy to all them haters testing me
Speak for the squad look at the car and please remember me
That Flux n*gga stuntin' on you endlessly
Uh god damn I said I'd come in knocking all these b*tches
And roll me a swisher muhf*ckin'